“Mr. Lu, are you satisfied now that she’s dead?” Sang Yuwan looked at him coldly, her heart filled with a burning desire to kill this despicable man with her own hands. “Who are you trying to fool? Just putting her photo on an urn doesn’t mean she’s really dead? How ridiculous!” Lu Cichuan’s eyes were slightly red as he glared intently at Sang Yuwan. It was as if, as long as she said that Li Mo hadn’t died, he could continue to bully her without any consequences. But… Sang Yuwan was truly gone.